i am blogging from the library. everyone here hates me. yeah!
uhhhh so this past weekend.

well, Noah and I got out of class and after I bought some clothes and we ate some pizza we decided to go to some bizzaro land bar on 3rd and 13th where everyone had accents and was really into some groovy techno music and they played some good Daft Punk and Gorillaz remixes and some Gnarles Barkley but other than that I sat the couch and awkwardly drank beers we snuck in.

Then we went to Lit where it must have been super retro rock/ old school punk Thursday and Noah reminsced about how cool he was when he was younger because he knew all these songs, and I was like, hey I'm 20 and I still don't know what any of these songs are. Then we drank like a million (approx) beers and made fun of some crazy bitch who was wearing ugly clothes and dancing like she wished like she was Molly Ringwald. I mean she shou be Molly Ringwald, if Molly Ringwald was fugly and tried to make out with gay boys.

Then I tricked Noah into going to Hiro by promising to pay for a cab. Not much happened there. We pretty drank beers we snuck in and tried to get people to sell us drugs or something. We mostly looked like this:


So yeah. Then we were so over that. So we called up our buddy Jun. Who took us uptown to some bar and bought us beers and shots of Patron and then we like hung out in the bathroom until the place shut down. Then Noah thought it would be an awesome idea to paint his room at 6 in the morning. And I totally agreed. So we did.
Anyways, by 8 in the morning I was feeling pretty crazy, so I called Beth Gula and was like "Beth, lets get on a bus! Theres some silly Boston Party" and she was all "Fuck yeah!" So we did.

Anyways John Mahoney was the bomb.com and hosted pre/post party festivities. Everyone in Boston that I'm in love with represented hardcore (except Chris, but he was sick and he's precious, so he gets a no-shit pass from me). Here are some pictures with some captions:


Beth and Stephanie were pretty.


I joined the fun and just looked really emo-y and pissed off. awesome.


Then we saw this dude, Brian, John's friend tearing up the dance floor with some dope chick and we decided to get in on it.


John was a dancing king as per usual. Well he was lookin' a little slim, so he was more like a prince. But still awesome.


and then Celia and Ashley rolled up and it was like FREAK OUT TIME slash time to spend like 50 bucks on Bud Lights (yuck).


and then the fucking Elk's Lodge Mascot showed up and everyone really freaked out... but then we were really like, wait, why is there a mascot here, why are these drinks so expensive and why is no one here dancing but us so.....


We relocated to John's house for a private party!


when I looked at this picture later, I was all "wow, thats the biggest bottle of beer EVER!" then I realized that it was a bottle of wine and then I am really stupid and should probably kill myself.

anyways, when everyone reunited at John's house at the end of the night we all got more krunk and drew some crazy ass art until like 230 in the morning. Then Beth and I went and got obscene amounts of the best falafel ever and I drunkenly cursed out Boston to no one in particular and almost (sorta) got into a fight with some dudebros.

I'm not really sure how I got home that morning in time for work in NYC, but I know it was through the magic of Beth Gula, so thanks Beth. Remember that time we broke that chainlink thing? Not embarrasing at all.


p.s. Michelle is a fox.